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In this “game” that we live and die by, but we flourish even if for a season, why would sacrificing a child ever be an option or justified reason?

Why?

While questioning and endless soul-searching about “the game” and the life ,I realize that it is too many sleepless nights. Too many nights hoping he or she is still alive or not behind bars.

I can’t fathom for the life of me, why did Donnell have to die?

In this “game” that food, clothes, and families get fed, but still why would anyone sacrifice an innocent child?

Why would a child’s life even be deemed equivalent to any drug debt or street beef? Why would we sacrifice life for the trap, or for any street beef.

We leave our families, take trips down south to carry weight, but our children and any child in our family did not decide his or her fate?

What could be more important than the life of a child?

What can’t be purchased?

Is everything for sale?

Do we only worry about the here and now and stay so high and drunk that our minds will not deviate from the for the self-destruction and obvious short time gratification?

Are we programmed to eliminate each other, and we are aware of it, but choose to not take heed?

I have links to the stories about Rich Alpo and Wayne Perry below and feel free to click on links, if you are not familiar with THIS story.

What I wanted to do was not just get teary eyed and speak my heart. I wanted to glance at the article of Donnell’s murder and it was too hard to finish at first, but if you are out there in these streets, promise me that you will not jeopardize a child’s life by shooting into a crowd.

Promise yourself and your mother’s and grandmother’s that you will not be responsible for anyone’s child getting buried before they have a chance to become a teenager.

Promise me that you will not abandon your children when they need you the most, for this lackluster hyped, but deathly and misleading damaging thing that we all call “the game.”

Here is Donnell’s story.

Read it and make sure that you make it home and not end up in a tragedy as the one in the movie “Paid In Full.”

Body of a Boy Found in Bags On Bronx Path

By DONATELLA LORCH

Published: January 30, 1990

The body of a kidnapped 12-year-old boy whose finger was cut off and sent to his family in December to pressure them into sending ransom money was found Sunday afternoon wrapped in plastic bags off the Hutchinson River Parkway in the Bronx, the police said yesterday.

The body of William Porter of 155 West 132d Street in Manhattan was found on a bicycle path near the parkway’s City Island exit by a homeless man looking for cans, Lieut. Raymond O’Donnell, a police spokesman, said. It was less than a mile from where the body of his older brother, Richard, who the police said was a crack dealer the kidnappers wanted to pay the ransom, was found shot to death on Jan. 4.

William’s body was inside 14 black plastic garbage bags, stuffed one inside the other. It was clothed in clean white sneakers, blue jeans and a white shirt. The body was badly decomposed but not cut up or dismembered, Lieutenant O’Donnell said.

William was kidnapped the morning of Dec. 5 as he walked the four blocks from his home to Public School 92. For 48 hours his abductors tried to extort as much as $500,000 from his 25-year-old brother, Richard Thomas Porter, the police said. On the second day the kidnappers cut off the boy’s right index finger and left it in a coffee cup in a bathroom with a minute long tape of the child pleading with his family to pay the ransom.

‘Get the Money’

”They cutted my finger off,” William’s voice said, shaking, on the tape, a police official said. ”Please help me. Get the money. I love you, Mommy.” On Jan. 4, Richard Porter was found shot to death near Orchard Beach Park, less than a mile from where William’s body was found Sunday. He was shot several times in the head and chest and the police found $2,239 in his pocket.

Detectives have speculated that William was kidnapped because of his brother’s drug dealing and that Mr. Porter was trying to negotiate without the help of the police when he was killed. They said Mr. Porter sold about $50,000 worth of crack a week. He was convicted of drug possession in April 1984 and of weapons possession in November1984. The investigation is focusing on rival drug dealers and those who extort from them.

On Jan. 16, a drug-dealing associate of Mr. Porter’s was found shot to death at 149 West 132d Street. Stanley Harvey, 24 years old, of 716 St. Nicholas Avenue, was found dead of several bullet wounds on the fifth floor of an abandoned building. Investigators believe the three killings may be connected.

Investigators say they are looking for a 1989 two-door black Nissan with the New York license plate number 7HL209, in which Richard Porter was seen in Harlem the evening before his body was found.

Pathologists will try to determine whether William was killed before or after his brother was.

Crying on the Phone

William’s mother, Velma Porter, 44, discovered her son was missing at 4 P.M. on Dec. 5, when he did not come home from school. At 5 P.M., she received the first of seven telephone calls, with William crying on the phone. A caller believed to be male asked for $500,000 in ransom, but Mrs. Porter said they could not afford the ransom.

The next day, a caller told the family to go to the nearby McDonald’s restaurant, and a family friend found two rings there that belonged to William, a cassette tape and a two-inch piece of an index finger.

The last contact with the family that the police know of was made on Dec. 10, police officials said, when a woman handed a note to a child in upper Manhattan and told him to deliver it to William’s aunt. The note said the boy was in pain and needed medical attention.”

I wrote this story in 2014 about Taylon! If you notice, I am no Oprah, but I always revisit stories that are unfinished and still search on a weekly basis for results on the status of their life, and vindication. I am her for people who are injured , assaulted, molested, murdered or fighting a battle of illness, that it is only matter of time…

I never stop searching and checking up on the people that have for some reason are a permanent part of my life and the connection is stronger than the majority of the world would even imagine. I am saddened in this case to bring a tearful follow up for a brave little girl, that no longer is crying and suffering.

Taylon passed away, a few months back but here she is before the end to remind us that every day is a fight that we take for granted. Here is Taylon’s story and the reason I continue to follow up on past stories, is because everyone’s life means something, and they are here for a reason. I am a tough and feisty little woman, that has the heart of a giant and the determination of 100 men. I will not be content t0 I make a difference in this crazy and sometimes deceitful world. Even if I write thirty stories a day and to community work every hour, I still will never be as strong, humble and courageous as you were, Taylon!

I Love You!

***messymandella***

A courageous little girl named Taylon wanted ONE wish! She has an inoperable tumor, and now is living the rest of her life just appreciating each day. She has a powerful and captivating presence. Taylon, We Love you more than you can ever will imagine.

You are one of the stars that even when we can’t see you; your spirit will still shine. You embody everything a soldier would embody to fight a war.

You will always have a place in everyone’s heart.This baby doesn’t have long to live but she is and will be an Angel, and a remarkable light in everyone’s eyes that meets her. I can’t fathom someone so young preparing to die, but as of now she has accepted her fate…

This little lioness will leave stains on your cheeks. I am sobbing right now for this phenomenal little princess.

Chester Campbell Wheeler was a hit man in the treacherous and drug fueled town of Detroit, Michigan. Chester infiltrated the drug underworld with a persistence that rivals Wayne Perry. Do we glamorize the murder and corruption? No, it is supposed to have an adverse effect.

Even though the moral of New Jack City was that you can’t win it and when money comes into play, and can you truly be your “brother’s keeper?” In a life the underprivileged black families experience and suffer defeat.

Chester had his own ambitions and he required full cooperation or you would end up six feet deep… The rumors of his street reputation have been confirmed, but it is quite unclear on the quantity of individuals that met their demise. How many people did he murder, and would anyone revisit his deadly deeds?

Some estimate at least 300 people were murdered by a money hungry, emotionless, and relentless born Sociopath. When he could have created a blanket of unity for the people to improve the situation; he used his power to destroy his community.

Yes, Chester would be the catalyst that turned Detroit into it’s own deadly and immoral empire and an urban burial ground, for did not comply with his demands. Can one man be the King of the Underground?

Envy and hate will always annihilate the family structure, but are some people born emotionless, Chester know as “The Black Hand” and “The Angel Of Death” introduced himself to a life of criminality when he was 15 years old.

Chester was arrested for robbery before the age of 16 and set free to only return to prison again in 1955. In 1955 Chester like most, fall back into the “trap.” Chester served 13 years for that murder, but he adapted to the prison life and it still remained in that prison mentality and never envision a life outside of the criminal underworld or from behind those prison bars.

When you are institutionalized you will repeatedly rob, murder, assault to find your self behind bars. Where you spend the majority of your lifespan at is considered your home. In 1968 Chester once again Chester was released from prison,and somehow ended up being the “Hit Man” for Italian Mobsters. We have to keep in mind that hopeless men don’t have problems sleeping at night after pulling that trigger. They believe society has failed them, and that sorrow turns into hate, and the courage to take others down that same hopeless path.

Chester was a professional hit man literally and figuratively. In the Detroit Underground future gangsters could enroll in a Hit Man School to perfect their craft. Watch the leader of the “Motor City” Story and learn from Chester’s institutionalized and despondent existence, an existence that turned Chester William Campbell into a soulless Monster.

Sadly, Chester died at the age of 71 Years Old in the place he loved best, prison…

Let me start by saying, I never had the chance to meet Lil Snupe, Lil Phat, or Lil JoJo or speak to either one of these teenagers while they were alive. As a nerd, and Artistic Being, I feel pain for some desolate souls. I also know someone has to tell their story.

Lil Jojo

Lil Phat

Lil Snupe died too soon, and they closed their eyes because of nonsense. The last thing they heard were bullets in their young bodies. All three knew they weren’t college bound. Music was their life, but we all know that when you are doing your damndest to make your dreams come true, someone wants to shoot you down. In all three cases young men wanted to live life and provide for their families.These men knew they would never enter Yale or Harvard. These young men did not expect to send their resumes to Fortune 500 Companies.

Three Young Kings boy’s Who Got Their Heads…

See their tiny hearts, and limited resources transformed them into an image they felt chose them. They wanted to live be , but merged in that wrong lane, by imitating the older men around them. Without too many other observations and social development skills, where they doomed from the start? No, because Meek Mill made it out, and he is no angel, but he has provided for his family and given money to charities. It is possible to live the life and not end up in a casket, or in “The Belly Of The Beast.” Watch these young men’s as their ambitions and drive push them to the limelight. Watch them in their proud moments being able to provide for their loved ones.Watch as they feel that self accomplishment.

Watch their cockiness, and talent being poisoned by jealousy, and the “Crabs- In- A Barrel” Syndrome.

Then look around you and wonder how many Lil JoJo’s will be in buried in their favorite diamond studs and fitted hats. I want you to think about Lil Phat’s Baby Mama having to raise another child without a father, and what can those expensive clothes do for him now? Remember Lil Snoop when he had that proud look on his face when Meek Mill gave him that chance to leave the streets. How many have to leave us, before we leave the beef on wax.

The Reason I love URLTV and other Battle Rap Arenas, is because that day we are hearing gun talk and bravado, but during that moment when we are all watching nobody is loosing their lives. Hip-Hop has kept them from being on that block.. Battle Rap creates an environment to keep men and women all different races and ages power-driven and determined to make history.They tell the heartbreaking stories, people in Utah might never ever envision. Everyone has a story. just by describing the heart ache and tragedies in urban cities, made Donald Goines a critically acclaimed writer. I have every book, I suggest you read those books too.

Take the time to hear about these young men and their 15 minutes of Fame…

The welfare of your people has to mean something to you, evaluate your life if it means nothing to you.

In this “game” that we live and die by, but we flourish even if for a season, why would sacrificing a child ever be an option or justified reason?

Why?

While questioning and endless soul-searching about “the game” and the life ,I realize that it is too many sleepless nights. Too many nights hoping he or she is still alive or not behind bars.

I can’t fathom for the life of me, why did Donnell have to die?

In this “game” that food, clothes, and families get fed, but still why would anyone sacrifice an innocent child?

Why would a child’s life even be deemed equivalent to any drug debt or street beef? Why would we sacrifice life for the trap, or for any street beef.

We leave our families, take trips down south to carry weight, but our children and any child in our family did not decide his or her fate?

What could be more important than the life of a child?

What can’t be purchased?

Is everything for sale?

Do we only worry about the here and now and stay so high and drunk that our minds will not deviate from the for the self-destruction and obvious short time gratification?

Are we programmed to eliminate each other, and we are aware of it, but choose to not take heed?

I have links to the stories about Rich Alpo and Wayne Perry below and feel free to click on links, if you are not familiar with THIS story.

What I wanted to do was not just get teary eyed and speak my heart. I wanted to glance at the article of Donnell’s murder and it was too hard to finish at first, but if you are out there in these streets, promise me that you will not jeopardize a child’s life by shooting into a crowd.

Promise yourself and your mother’s and grandmother’s that you will not be responsible for anyone’s child getting buried before they have a chance to become a teenager.

Promise me that you will not abandon your children when they need you the most, for this lackluster hyped, but deathly and misleading damaging thing that we all call “the game.”

Here is Donnell’s story.

Read it and make sure that you make it home and not end up in a tragedy as the one in the movie “Paid In Full.”

Body of a Boy Found in Bags On Bronx Path

By DONATELLA LORCH

Published: January 30, 1990

The body of a kidnapped 12-year-old boy whose finger was cut off and sent to his family in December to pressure them into sending ransom money was found Sunday afternoon wrapped in plastic bags off the Hutchinson River Parkway in the Bronx, the police said yesterday.

The body of William Porter of 155 West 132d Street in Manhattan was found on a bicycle path near the parkway’s City Island exit by a homeless man looking for cans, Lieut. Raymond O’Donnell, a police spokesman, said. It was less than a mile from where the body of his older brother, Richard, who the police said was a crack dealer the kidnappers wanted to pay the ransom, was found shot to death on Jan. 4.

William’s body was inside 14 black plastic garbage bags, stuffed one inside the other. It was clothed in clean white sneakers, blue jeans and a white shirt. The body was badly decomposed but not cut up or dismembered, Lieutenant O’Donnell said.

William was kidnapped the morning of Dec. 5 as he walked the four blocks from his home to Public School 92. For 48 hours his abductors tried to extort as much as $500,000 from his 25-year-old brother, Richard Thomas Porter, the police said. On the second day the kidnappers cut off the boy’s right index finger and left it in a coffee cup in a bathroom with a minute long tape of the child pleading with his family to pay the ransom.

‘Get the Money’

”They cutted my finger off,” William’s voice said, shaking, on the tape, a police official said. ”Please help me. Get the money. I love you, Mommy.” On Jan. 4, Richard Porter was found shot to death near Orchard Beach Park, less than a mile from where William’s body was found Sunday. He was shot several times in the head and chest and the police found $2,239 in his pocket.

Detectives have speculated that William was kidnapped because of his brother’s drug dealing and that Mr. Porter was trying to negotiate without the help of the police when he was killed. They said Mr. Porter sold about $50,000 worth of crack a week. He was convicted of drug possession in April 1984 and of weapons possession in November1984. The investigation is focusing on rival drug dealers and those who extort from them.

On Jan. 16, a drug-dealing associate of Mr. Porter’s was found shot to death at 149 West 132d Street. Stanley Harvey, 24 years old, of 716 St. Nicholas Avenue, was found dead of several bullet wounds on the fifth floor of an abandoned building. Investigators believe the three killings may be connected.

Investigators say they are looking for a 1989 two-door black Nissan with the New York license plate number 7HL209, in which Richard Porter was seen in Harlem the evening before his body was found.

Pathologists will try to determine whether William was killed before or after his brother was.

Crying on the Phone

William’s mother, Velma Porter, 44, discovered her son was missing at 4 P.M. on Dec. 5, when he did not come home from school. At 5 P.M., she received the first of seven telephone calls, with William crying on the phone. A caller believed to be male asked for $500,000 in ransom, but Mrs. Porter said they could not afford the ransom.

The next day, a caller told the family to go to the nearby McDonald’s restaurant, and a family friend found two rings there that belonged to William, a cassette tape and a two-inch piece of an index finger.

The last contact with the family that the police know of was made on Dec. 10, police officials said, when a woman handed a note to a child in upper Manhattan and told him to deliver it to William’s aunt. The note said the boy was in pain and needed medical attention.”